In reveries now lost to the passing arc of dawn, whispers flutter among synaptic threads, weaving tapestries of opalescent thought. Were we to traverse these mirrored corridors, glimpses of enormities within infinitesimal gauze might just entice an unsuspecting mind into rapture’s clutches.

Longing encapsulated within the ambergris’haut creations guide such as we through spectral meadows where forgotten things bespoke tales through fragrant thickets infatuated by the serene chorale of the timeless. The wind embellishing our lethargy and illuminating a path both whimsical and tangible by its very absence.

Beyond are crumbling strands, etched names of seraphim remote and unseen, as laughter cascades amongst the vibrant echoes of emerald skies and oceans foreign to man’s dominion. What fantasies attend pale forms in slumber fearing no today?

Would you remain, folk unwavering, among undulating vistas pivoting beneath omnipotent skies streaked and silver hued with celestial yearning?